Escapism

A flickering spark between you and me– grating of steel on steel and I shall flee! When my opinion is not valued, and my way not chosen, I feel my blood hot—then becoming frozen. Flee from conflict, flee from differences; Flee from everything when comes hindrances! I will live in my box, so shallow and cold, and avoid every burden and shake off every load; so here I sit smugly and never grow, rooted as a weed—never fruit to show!